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We invite you to pray with us for those on the front lines. As you feel led, pray individually, as a group, standing, kneeling, or however you are comfortable.)
A Prayer for Medical Professionals
Heavenly Father,
Today we lift up our brothers and sisters in the medical field to Your special care.
We ask You to protect them, guard them, and give them strength.
You have called them to a noble cause in a difficult, historic time,
to love and to serve, to bring healing to those who suffer - may they see and feel You as they care for Your children.
May they feel Your great affection for them as they embody and express Your love to others.
Holy Spirit, sustain them with energy, with good sleep at night.
Give them supernatural discernment and wisdom.
Loving Father, we give You thanks for these healers, Your beloved ones.
In the Name of Jesus, our Lord and Redeemer. Amen.
Scripture:
Luke 19: 37-42
Zechariah 9: 9
Philippians 2: 6-8
Psalm 91: 9-16
Hebrews 2: 14-18
Questions:
1. What one word describes who Jesus is to you (or who you want Him to be)?
2. In Hebrews 2: 14-18 and Luke 19:41 we see that Jesus suffered for us and wept over those who rejected Him. What word or phrase stays with you most from these verses?
3. We were challenged to live in hope this week. In what ways can we do that? How can you bring hope into the things you say or do this week? And is there anyone you know that needs to hear that message?
4. Christianity teaches that we cannot save ourselves. How do you do with that? Do you find this frustrating, humbling, liberating? We see in Philippians 2 that Jesus came in humility, as a servant, and died on the Cross for us. As we prepare ourselves for Easter, we invite you to remember how He loves us. We closed by hearing the words from the hymn, "When I Survey the Wondrous Cross," written by Isaac Watts. Consider these words:
When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.
See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.